Virgin Omega's Biker

Omegas aren’t suited for love, most would say. We fall on the bottom rung of the ladder. We exist to be bred, and nothing else. The world’s wrong. Omegas deserve a shot at their happily-ever-after like everyone else. I refuse to end up being some arrogant alpha’s breeding machine.

I’m Jack Michaels, and this is the story of how I ended up with a domineering lone wolf capable of sending me to my knees and beg him for more. What Ripper and I have is not just romance, its heat capable of incinerating everything in its path. I’m beyond terrified. Ripper doesn’t just want my purity, but also my heart on the platter.